#i wanna be too exhausted and sensitive to stand up

[diorchids]

after-class, simon ‘ghost’ riley.

cw; professor!simon, age gap, teacher-student, manipulation, oral, impact (spanking), size kink, degradation, rough sex.

your professor was harsh. grading-wise, he never let the smallest things slide. he docked points pettily, even for minor errors. 

“thank you for your participation today, class dismissed.” as your classmates began to pack up, preparing for an exhausting day tomorrow. “but you,” he looks at you, standing in that small dress, in one of the front rows. “you will stay.” 

your mouth was left slightly agape, brushing the hair out of your face as you questioned yourself. did you forget to submit an assignment? a discussion post overdue?

you nod slowly as the last people begin to make their way out the doors. he spoke from his desk, sitting on it as he motioned for you to come down, “what are you waiting for? here, come here.” he said it in a way that made you feel dumb. you made your way to him, fingernails digging into your palm, sure to leave marks. 

you stood a few feet away from him, keeping an appropriate distance from simon. after all; he’s your professor. 

“your research paper; it was lousy. i wouldn’t have expected it from you, to be honest,” he said bluntly, emotions weren’t very visible. he was just… neutral. 

your face—on the other hand—was hot, a soft frown crept onto it as your head filled with thoughts. this was bad, but you couldn’t help but think of how long he must’ve thought about you and your paper. “i… professor riley, i honestly thought it was my best work,” you continued, “the writing was—” 

he interrupted blatantly, and you slowly inched closer subconsciously. “simon. call me simon.” your fingers fiddled with your dress before nodding. “yes, sir—simon.”

you stood in front of him as you two sat in an awkward silence, while he examined your body. your dress was just too short, not appropriate for class, too much showing. his big hand reached out to your dress, gripping and tugging it as you watched silently. your eyes were wide, his eyes were half-lidded as he sat back. “dress code.” 

it wasn’t a dress code. you have no dress code—he just wanted to touch you. 

he exhaled and pinched his temples, “y’know,” he sighed, “you’re a great writer, you know what you’re doing. but this… it’s unacceptable,” you’re not used to letting him down like this, always making sure to do your best in all of your courses. 

“you’re a big girl now. you’re borderline failing my course.” 

you blink back tears as you dig your nails deeper into your palm. you’re so sensitive, can’t even take a bit of criticism. he continued speaking as you listened intently. his hand slowly crept its way to your leg as you watched shamefully, failing to stop the man. 

“this could be bad for you, hm?” he asked, tilting his head. “i’m sure you wanna write in the future, don’t you?” he stood up, your tall professor towering over you, “you let me finish what i’ve started, and i could up your grade a bit.” he took advantage of the size difference, your height in comparison to him was, at the very least, small. 

you hesitated to nod your head. he was a professor wanting to take advantage of a student; how vile is that? 

“perfect.” 

you stood there aimlessly before he gently took one of your hands into his own and guided it toward his zipper. he held your hand against his bulge, urging you to squeeze and give him a good rub. 

simon lets out a low groan as you take his cock into your mouth. he cups your head gently, holding you in place as you begin to suck and lick on him.

his cock was thick, dragging in and out of your mouth as he pushed his hips back and forth, your warm throat taking him so well. he held the sides of your head, and you gagged around his ridiculous length each time he pushed into your mouth fully. 

“disgusting. look at you.” he pistoned his cock deeper as your eyes welled with tears before they down your face. his fingers tangle in your hair before pushing your head further down, your nose nestled in the short hairs along the base of his girthy cock. 

you needed air, you pulled off him abruptly as you coughed messily, catching your breath. your lips wrapped around his red, swollen tip perfectly while your hand stroked the base softly. 

his hips start to move rhythmically, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth roughly. he grabs your head tightly and starts thrusting deeper into your throat, pushing past the back of your mouth. “take it all. just like that.” he continued to use your throat as a fleshlight.

simon’s cock throbs in your throat, his balls slapping against your chin. your head is pounding by now, your legs burn and your neck hurts. don’t forget what you’re doing this for. 

“fuckin’ delicious, fuck.” he grinds against your face harder, his hips moving at a rapid pace as he approaches his climax. 

he groans loudly, his hot seed shooting down your throat in powerful spurts. he pumps his thick cum deep into your mouth, filling it to the brim. he continues to hold you in place, his cock twitching as he unloads it all into your mouth. “swallow it all,” he said in between labored breaths, still softly thrusting himself into your mouth.

“what an angel you are, hm?” you choke and gag as he pulls out, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. he pants heavily with a smile plastered on his face while looking down at you in satisfaction. 

you’re bent over his desk as he delivers another painful strike across your ass, dress driven up to your hips as you squirmed. “you’re almost ready.” he said, big hand soothing your burning cheek. 

“hurts s’bad, sir—simon!” you cried out while his thick fingers made its way to your cunt. his thumb sat on your slit as he massaged your clit through your panties, small cherries on all over them. his finger dipped into your underwear, running over your wetness as you felt shame wash over you. 

doing all this just to not fail? letting your professor touch you like this—sucking him off while your friends were probably asleep. desperate was an understatement.

he played with your cunt ‘till you came all over him, poor thing can’t control your body, huh?

his thick cockhead tapped against your flush cunt, all sensitive and puffy from the abuse it’s suffered. you felt how big his cock was as it poked at your hole, his large hand guiding it up and dragging it all over your hole. he pushed into you as you cried in pain, tears rolling as he bottomed out inside of you. at least tried to.

his hands rest on your waist, gripping your hips as he fills you up to the hilt, groaning out disgusting degrading words, mumbling ‘bout how tight you are. 

“god, you’re tight. such a little thing—takin’ your teacher like this,” he delivers a harsh strike to your soft ass, “knew you’d be up for it.”

he dragged his heavy cock out of you just to plunge it back in, deeper. “mr. ri—simon! s’too big! n-no, no, no, slow down!” you cried out loudly as he held you in place, making sure you took him all the way. 

he chuckles softly and begins to thrust faster, his cock stretching you open as it slides in and out. he leans down to capture one of your nipples in between his index thumb, rolling and pinching harshly as he fucks you. “it's okay, you can take it. you’re gonna take it. you want a good grade.” his words reassuring, but also bits of condescension poked through. 

salty tears fell onto his desk as your legs trembled from the overstimulating heat in your tummy. 

simon picks up the pace, his hips slapping against you as he takes you harder and faster. he continues to roll your nipple, his free hand moving to grope your ass cheek. “tell your—tell your teacher how much you love his dick, tell me.” 

this was odd. he knows it’s wrong, to do this with a student. he acknowledges it, yet he loves the power he has over you. you’re like a puppet. 

you act like you don’t want it. you do. the way you suck him right back in, the way your gummy walls grip and squeeze his thick cock, you need this. 

“love it… love it s’much! feels so good, simon…” you cried loudly, making sure he heard you. 

his thrusts become deeper and harder, his cock hitting your deepest spots with each powerful stroke. simon’s free hand leaves your ass cheek to wrap around your throbbing clit, rubbing it roughly against your sensitive folds. each time his finger runs over your puffy clit, your walls tensed around him, practically choking his length. “that’s it… that’s it, cum for me.” 

with a final, rough thrust, simon groans loudly as he empties himself deep inside you. he slows his movements, his cock pulsating rhythmically inside you. he looks down at you, affectionately stroking your hair. he holds you tightly, your bodies moving in a rhythm as he continues to pump his seed into you.

he thrusts a few more times, getting those last spurts of cum out. 

“we can—we can discuss your grade tomorrow. how’s that sound?” his hand soothed your ass as you nodded. 

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x female reader #simon ghost smut #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #dionna writes cod #ghost cod smut #cod smut #cod x reader #cod mwii #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare

[grapementos]

walk away as the door slams

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: heavily! toxic relationships, emotionally abusive (gaslighting, etc.), angst.

pt 2 here.

bakugo isn't the same person he was in high school. he grew into a top five hero and opened his own agency, only to be brutally torn apart by the tabloids.

scandal after scandal, you watched him crack. like glass, he grew more and more fragile each time he was made out to be a monster, an asshole, a douchebag--whatever other name was thrown out there.

each time, you were there to comfort him and stand by his side against every rumor and generalization. still, it scared you as you watched his resolve weaken. it was as if he didn't see the point in being a hero anymore.

then came the headline, the article that had him hanging up his gauntlets in exchange for civilian life. the article had an incriminating photo of him holding up his hand to a child. of course, it was taken out of context; bakugo had merely been guiding the child away from the rubble of the building near them.

however, the media ate it up, and bakugo decided that being a hero wasn't worth the false allegations. he announced his resignation the same day and rid the entire house of hero news.

it broke your heart to see him give up his dream, so you'd tried and failed time and time again to talk him out of it. you even invited midoriya and kirishima to persuade him to become a hero again, but his mind was made.

he'd since picked up a new, low-brow job that kept him out of the public eye. with that, unfortunately, came stress regarding bills, grocery shopping, and necessary budget cuts. it was a huge adjustment, one that led to frequent arguments.

you worked from home, so you were able to keep it clean and cook meals for the most part. you tried so hard to keep your home a place where the two of you could coexist happily, but he always came home with an unfulfilled look in his eyes.

truth be told, you were exhausted, but bringing it up just made bakugo frustrated, so you avoided the subject. instead, you'd ask him about work, only to be brushed off.

it hurt.

"katsuki," you called from your spot at the table, finishing up some work, "what do you want to eat tonight?"

"dunno." he grunted, walking out of your shared bedroom.

"right. so helpful." you sighed, looking at your laptop once more, "do you have a general idea? or do you want to cook?"

"i just got home from an 8-hour shift." he looked at you like you were dumb, eyes narrowed, "can you lay off with the million questions?"

"it's a simple question. i need to know if i have to defrost anything." you shut your laptop a little harder than necessary, "i work too, you know."

he laughed bitterly but didn't say anything.

"what?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"oh, nothing. just thought it was funny, is all."

"what's so damn funny?"

"you, sitting on a laptop all day. 'working'," he used air-quotes, opening the cupboards.

"really? you wanna go there?" you closed the cupboard he was looking in, cheeks flushed with frustration.

he stared at you, jaw clenched, "can you move?"

"can you stop being so damn mean?"

"god, i'm not being mean." he shook his head and opted for digging through the fridge instead, "y'just being too damn sensitive."

you took in a deep breath, red hot anger beginning to boil up in your gut and through your hands all the way down to your fingers.

"stop digging through the fridge when i'm trying to talk to you, please."

he didn't even spare you a glance, pulling out the last cold water bottle.

"katuski." you demanded, louder.

"my god, what?" he slammed the fridge closed, leaning back on the counter, "as if i don't get nagged enough by my boss."

"i'm not nagging you. i'm," you stammered, trying not to escalate the situation into an argument, "i'm trying to see what you want for dinner. that's all."

"just make whatever. i'm not hungry anyways." he tossed the plastic bottle into the trash, plopping down at the table.

you rubbed your temples, trying so hard to maintain your calm, "okay."

-

the two of you were sat across each other at the kitchen table. you ate something quick you'd whipped up, finally breaking the silence, "they're considering me for a promotion. it's a pretty significant payraise, and i think i--"

"god, are you fuckin' kidding me?" he interrupted, eyes suddenly aflame.

"what?" you cocked your head, confused at his sudden irritation.

"you just love rubbing that shit in my face, huh? you're always talking about how you get paid more than i do, how work is so great, and now this? great job, breadwinner."

"katsuki, we're partners, we both contribute to this household no matter what. i'm not the... breadwinner." you insisted, pain blooming in your chest, "i thought you'd be happy for me."

"like you were so happy for me to quit that hero gig? so you can get all the glory of supporting us?"

"is that really what you think?" you stood, not able to control the flames of anger licking at your chest, "katsuki, you know damn well i gave my all trying to talk you into staying a hero."

"bullshit. you just wanted it to look that way." he stood too, hands planted firmly on the table, "because that's what you do. you pretend you care, and then just soak up all the glory for it."

you clenched your jaw, "not everyone cares for glory as much as you do. i don't know why you think that, but i know you loved being a hero, and i supported that because i love you."

"do you? or did you only get with me to be the partner of a hero?" he spat, eyes narrow and downright venomous, "poor partner of dynamight, they must go through so much to endure his anger issues. poor fuckin' you, right? poor y/n."

your lower lip quivered, the back of your eyes burning, and he laughed. he laughed.

"what? you're gonna cry, really?" he scoffed, shaking his head, "fine, fuckin' cry. that's all you seem to know how to do."

you inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes trained steadily on him, "fuck you." you whispered, hands balled into fists by your side.

"say it louder." he challenged, "maybe it'll actually do something."

"fuck you, bakugo katsuki." tears fell freely down your cheeks, but you weren't sad. you were pissed.

you walked around the table and jabbed your finger in his chest, "i have done so much for you. so goddamn much. i have stood by you, i have disproved every bad thing the media had to say, i've supported you, and-" your voice wobbled, "it's never fucking enough. nothing is ever enough for you. someone is always after you, someone is always praying on your downfall, because everything's about katsuki, right?"

he was stunned silent, leaning back away from you. his face was conflicted, eyes wide with surprise.

"well news-fucking-flash, the world doesn't revolve around you. and neither do i," you dropped your hand, wiping at your cheeks, "so i'm done. i'm done fighting for us, because you have never once tried for me."

"y/n--"

"y'know, katsuki." you paused on your way to the bedroom, "i think they were right about you. you are a douchebag. an asshole. a monster."

#bnha #anime #haikyuu #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #angst #gender neutral reader #drabble #my.archive.¥ #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bakugo angst #toxic relationship #mha angst #bnha angst #gender neutral y/n #y/n #reader #bakugo x you #grapeflop$

[sturniolo-writing]

M.S. Just a taste

Summary: In which you’re enemies with Matt, but he helps you fall asleep…

Warnings: smut! dnr if you don’t like. one bed trope, oral (fem receiving), subish?!fem reader x domish?!matt, sort of praise?

a/n: tbh i hate this trope LMAO just a random one shot i thought of. i’m not the best at writing so stick with me here..

read part two here

I’m over at the triplets house right now. It’s getting late, and I don’t wanna be irresponsible and drive if I’m this tired. So, I just decided to spend the night.

Chris, Nick, and Matt all already went to their respective rooms. I search around the living room for a blanket, which you’d think would be easy. But there’s none in sight. I don’t wanna go upstairs and walk through the mess of Nick’s room to dig for a blanket, or go downstairs to Chris’s room in risk for a spider to be in the blanket…yes I’m paranoid. So, alas, I’m stuck with going to Matt. Yippee.

I gently knock on his door and hear a faint “come in” before i turn the knob and slowly poke my head in.

“what to you want?” he snaps at me, standing next to his bed in flannel pajama pants. He’s shirtless, with a shirt in hand. But I’m not sure if he had just taken off his shirt, or was about to put it on.

“i just need to borrow a blanket.” I say back to him and shrug my shoulders.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. I walk more into his room, a little awkwardly. He grabs a blanket on the bottom shelf of these bookshelves he has near his bed and tosses it to me.

“thanks.” I say, catching the blanket. I turn to leave his room.

“wait.” He says with an annoyed sigh. “you’ll be too cold, even with a blanket. Plus the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on. Just…sleep in my bed.”

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and suspicion. Why was he inviting me to sleep in his bed?

“uh…you sure? the couch is fine by me-“ I say back to him, pointing my thumb at the door.

“Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is. Just lay down.” He says with a sigh. He tosses his shirt in the laundry hamper and lays down in his bed. Maybe just cause he’s an ass to me, doesn’t mean he’s not still a gentleman…

I shyly walk over to his bed, setting down the blanket on the end of it. I crawl in on the other side of him. I lay on my side facing away from him, my mind racing on what this could be about.

After a few moments pass, I feel the weight shifting on the bed. Almost like…he’s getting closer to me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and turn my head slightly to look at the boy.

His eyes are closed, but I can tell he’s not asleep. I move to lay on my back, one hand on my stomach and one on my forehead as I look up at the ceiling.

“what’s wrong, baby? can’t sleep?” He asks in a teasing manner. baby??? I look at him with a confused expression.

“excuse me?” I say back to him.

“I can make you a little tired, help you sleep..” He says back, opening his eyes and smirking at me.

Part of me wanted to deny that I kind of wanted it. That I was curious. That suddenly, I felt a small little ache from between my thighs.

No. No, I can’t think like this. He’s my enemy. I can’t do this.

“C’mon, it’d be fun…I’d get you exhausted real quick, too…” He whispers before leaning over and leaving a few kisses on my neck.

I hum softly in response. I’m so close to just giving in.

“No. You’re disgusting, Matt.” I say back. Why was I pushing him away when all I wanted was for him to do whatever it was he wanted. I turn my back to him again, laying on my side.

I feel his hand slither onto my waist as he keeps kissing my neck.

“Just a taste.”

He whispers into the soft skin on my sensitive neck. I swallow nervously before letting out a sigh of pleasure at feeling his soft lips press and lightly suck on my neck.

With his hand on my waist, he pushes me again to be laying on my back once more. I don’t even try to fight against it, instead I just comply.

He slowly moves to be hovering over me, moving his lips to my collarbone. I feel his hands trail up my sides under my shirt as he starts to peel the tight fabric of my long sleeve shirt off of my body.

I lift my body up to help him with the small act of lifting my shirt off. Once it’s over my head he just takes in the sight of my body. My white bra and my belly ring are now exposed, tempting even just to stare at forever.

He reaches his hands underneath my body and with ease undoes the clasp of my bra before sliding it off of my arms and hear the quiet noise of the fabric hitting the ground.

My nipples are hard from him and the cold air surrounding us. My heart is pounding against my chest. I’m still so confused on the situation, but I also can’t complain. I can’t lie that I’ve always found Matt hot. And not gonna lie, when he was angry at me, it was even hotter. So if anything, I should be thanking the lord that my dream was coming true.

He kisses my collarbone to my right tit before leaving a lick on my nipple. He takes the left one into his hand, gently massaging it as he swirls his tongue around my right nipple.

My breathing increases and I let out a soft sound, my eyes closing as I just try to focus on what’s happening.

He then starts to kiss his way down to my waistband of my sweats. His fingers curl into them, grabbing them at my hipbones before sliding them off with my panties.

“Look at you. being such a good girl, letting me do what I want…” he whispers to me as the sweatpants agonizingly slowly get pulled to my ankles before joining my shirt and bra on the floor.

The wetness in my cunt meets the cold air of the room. I need to squeeze my thighs together to get a little friction but with where he is I can’t.

I keep my eyes closed, my chest rising and falling with my irregular breathing; thanks to him.

I let out a moan when I feel his warm tongue glide along my wet folds.

“shhh…don’t wanna be caught, now do we?” He whispers again. I shake my head, opening my eyes and looking down at him.

He smiles before repeating his previous action, lapping up my wetness.

“mmm….you do taste good…” He whispers against my clit before his tongue starts tight circles around it.

I softly whimper when he does, keeping in mind that we don’t want to be caught. My hand moves down and pushes his hair out of his pretty blue eyes so I can’t look into them. His eyes twinkle and he winks at me as he keeps his movements.

It’s not long before he starts sucking on my clit and humming against it, causing my to use my other hand to cover my mouth and muffle my moans.

One of his hands reaches up, my leg then over his shoulder, and grabs my tit. His other hand holds my waist firmly.

He licks intensely against my clit before his tongue moves down to my entrance and starts to fuck it with his tongue.

I moan into my hand, my back arches slightly. It hasn’t even been that long and I already feel my orgasm approaching.

His hand on my tit holds tighter, his thumb playing with my stiff nipple. My hand tightens in his hair and pulls him closer to my pussy.

He moves back to my clit and whispers against it again: “come all over my face, ok, gorgeous?”

God those words on their own could make me come. He flicks his tongue rapidly against my clit which earns a bigger muffled moan from me, biting my hand and squeezing my eyes shut.

Just like that, I couldn’t take it any longer and did as he said, releasing all over his lips and chin. He smiles up at me and loosens his hands.

With pleasure he licks me clean, making my sensitive pussy even more sensitive and my body twitch lightly. I remove my hands from my mouth and his hair.

“tired now?” he asks me with a devilish smirk as he looks up at me with my mess on his face.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut

[xueyidweams]

I’m currently also obsessed with Aventurine and can’t find enough dom reader content with him because he deserves to be taken care of 💙💚

I don’t have a specific idea really but maybe soft dom reader bodyworshipping him until he cries (happy tears of course)?

Aventurine x soft!dom!gn reader

A/N: I wrote this in 10 minutes idk what the fuck came over me, im exhausted but i had to write this. thank u for requesting. also chip (me) writing a structured piece???woagh!

Word count: 1.275

Contents: aven receiving and listener giving, penetration by fingers and tongue, eating him out, cum licking/eating, a little self depricating thoughts on aven’s end. no y/n is used instead it is replaced with “Love”. not proofread!

You love your boyfriend in every way shape and form, even if he thinks he can’t ever be loved; you prove him wrong everyday.

One such case is when your pretty boyfriend is on your lap, knees raised to his chest, his naked body feels like heaven on your clothes. His quiet whimpers and the sound of your fingers thrusting in and out of him fills his expensive room, his fingers grip and curl the fabric of your pants as he throws his head back onto your shoulder with a whine. He’s breathless as he speaks, you don’t dare stop your fingers though, “You’ve made me cum like- like 3 times by now and you’re still fully clothed… how unfair, love.” You smile as you line up your fingers just so you can hit his prostate and you feel him tighten around your fingers, his hands shooting up to your arms and gripping hard as he cums once again with a quiet cry of your name.

He’s breathing hard and fast, you put one hand on his chest as your fingers play with his sensitive nipples and your other hand goes to his dick, covering your fingers with his cum. “Hmm…” Your hand leaves his chest to turn his head towards you, “Look at me Aventurine.” He whimpers quitely and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little smile and suck on your own fingers, you watch his eyes sober up and he flinches. “Love no— that’s… that’s dirty, your mouth is too precious for that.” Ah, that. Yeah your precious boyfriend you would literally die for also doesn’t think he is deserving of any sexual pleasure or receiving it without giving any like this, but damn it you’re gonna show him he deserves that and more.

You shrug your shoulders slightly and take his face on your hand, tugging him a bit closer. Your tongue pokes out covered in his cum and Aventurine feels like he’s gonna cum on the spot right there even though that dread of you being covered in his filth never leaves his brain. “Wanna taste yourself on my tongue?” He groans and pulls you close by wrapping his arms around your neck, “Aeons, yes. Ah, you spoil me so much—“ you cut off his sentence as you kiss him and in no time shove your tongue in his mouth, little resistance is given as he whines into your mouth and grinds on your lap, desperate for any kind of friction. You of course give him what he wants, your mouth doesn’t leave his when your hand goes to his still hard dick and your fingers curl around the base; giving it one stroke and letting your thumb play with the tip as he moans loudly into your mouth and breaks the kiss, breathless.

“This won’t do. Hold on.” You mutter as you hook your arms under his knees and he has his arms wrapped around your neck. He looks at you confused but then you gently, -so gently that it hurts- lay him on the expensive sheets of his equally expensive and soft bed. He hesitates for a moment but then his hand goes to the middle button of your shirt and tugs, “I want to see you, please? Can I?” You chuckle and nod, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he watches you, he feels his heart swell with love and pride. You’re his… that’s a ‘fact’ that he can’t really get used to. Well, he isn’t used to this at all. Being loved and all that jazz. He thought your one night stand would be it, he even avoided you because he knew the fastened heartbeat, clammy hands and nervous speech meant; he was developing feelings and it was going to bite him in the ass one day. Yet, he couldn’t go against fate and your (cute) stubbornness. You made sure he knew you would give him the world and yet he couldn’t get himself to say that you mean more than the world to him, he would burn the entire universe if you wanted.

He is snapped out of his musing as he feels your lips close around his tip, making him whine softly and his fingers going to your hair and threading themselves in it. You hum in satisfaction as your hands start massaging his inner thighs, gently and slowly. He whines as he restrains himself from snapping his hips up, you’re almost taking all of him and— wait you’re actually going to do it. “Babe wait— oh fuck!” Air is knocked out of him as you take all of his dick into your mouth, his tip touching your throat. “Love. Love, Love, fuck please—!” He’s moaning so loud, so high pitched you’ve never really seen him like this before and this spurs you on even more, you tap his thigh and make him look you in the eye. You grab his ass and make him thrust in your mouth. He gets the memo, if this is what you want then… It's okay. He takes a breath as he starts to slowly snap his hips up, whining your name over and over again. It’s so embarrassing but— he’s so close, it’s so pathetic and yet you look at him so desperately, urging him to go faster. He sucks in a breath and cries out as your tongue pokes his tip just as he was pulling out, he knew you could take it but he was so scared and— you let go of his dick with a pop, not giving him enough time to talk you coat your fingers with lube -when did you get that?- and your index finger prods his hole, easily slipping it in as well as your middle finger because of your early adventures.

His whimpers go up to loud whines as your tongue joins his fingers and your right hand goes to jerk him off. You watch him from beneath your lashes, watch him become a puddle just from your body and touch alone. He’s so gorgeous and cute, you’re gonna make sure he knows he deserves this— you’re gonna make him beg for more of it. It’s working so far, if him whining your name like a mantra while his fingers grip the expensive sheets like it's his lifeline means anything. You pull out your fingers, fully thrust your tongue in and out his hole, fucking him with your tongue as your hand has a brutal pace on his sensitive and throbbing dick. Soon you feel him tighten around your tongue, his abdomen getting tenser and his dick throbbing once more on your hand, “I’m gonna cum— fuck I’m gonna cum, Love, please—“ He cries out loud -thank Aeons the rooms are soundproof- and you pull out your tongue from him, instead letting your fingers work his cock into orgasm as you let your tongue out to catch his cum.

He cums with the quiet whimper of your name and you catch every drop on your tongue and face. You help him ride out his high, he looks at you as the euphoria wears off and his eyes widen in shock and horror at the sight of your face covered with his filth. You smile and clean your face up with your fingers, “Open your mouth.” He does it the second you say ‘open’, moaning as you put your fingers in his mouth. “Suck.” He does and his chest swells with pride at the enamoured look you give him. Maybe he thinks he isn’t deserving but you do and what kind of boyfriend argues with their lovers’ wants?

#hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x male reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #aventurine honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #nsft

[dollwrites]

Dizzy drabbles!!! Okay okay okay…so my idea. Ace (OP) with a reader who’s forced into petplay. Maybe where he’s been really “kind and sweet” and he proposes making her wears ears, collars, and tails but she avidly refuses. So he gets smug and convinces her to try it, but the collar can’t home off maybe? And he spends his time “breaking her into” the role with praises and uses of the word “puppy”. Very random. Kinda specific.sorry if it doesn’t make sense! Thank you!

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Sit pretty, little puppy.” Ace croons, squatting behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the smooth skin of his chest against your shoulders, and the imposition of his knees spread wide on either side of you. his mouth against your ear, breath standing hairs on end. “I’m trying to give you your treat.”

you’d long since crumbled to your knees, unable to withstand his merciless teasing as his fingers caressed your netherlips, slipping between them to run miniature laps up and down your sex, tracing the shape of your swollen clit, and then gliding down over the damp terrain to prod against your opening. however, your crumbling hadn’t stopped him. in fact, he’d simply chuckled and followed, squatting behind your body, keeping his arm pressed tight to your belly while his fingers strummed at your sensitivity.

“Ace… fuck, oh my go—!”

gurgling over your own words, you remember why it’s difficult to breathe. both of your hands creep up to your throat, your nimble fingers slipping beneath the rough leather of the collar he’d slapped around your neck minutes before. you tug against the resilient material, getting nowhere. “T—take it off… can’t breathe…”

Ace sighs. it wasn’t a sigh of annoyance or exhaustion, but one of adoration. he was enjoying this. “If you’re moaning, you’re breathing, girl. Keep whimpering for me, puppy.” you could hear, every now and then, the key to the thick, metal lock on your new accessory jangling in his pocket, but he had no intentions of doing such a thing, and you knew that. he’d been begging for this for much too long, to turn you into an obedient dog. even going so far as to bring out a small, round plug with a fluffy, curled tail attached, which had been promptly pushed inside of you whilst he played with your cunt. “And what a cute, little whimper it is.”

and now, when you start to protest against the collar, you feel a little tug on the floof of the tail, wiggling the plug around in your tight canal, and you mewl and squirm. Ace’s other hand had dropped to your behind, to grab and pull on the tail. a subtle, little tug— all the while, his fingers on your button slide down to hook themselves into your cunny as he shushes you. Ace rains little pecks of hot breath and wet lips over your ear as he mutters, husky and excited. “Uh-uh-uh. The collar’s not coming off, pup. Good girls wear their tags so everyone knows who owns them. You’ve been doing so well already, don’t you want to keep being a good girl for me?”

you thought about bringing out the snark. telling him that you were tired of playing as his pet, and you wanted to go back to being his girl again, but the feeling of his fingers knuckle deep in you, tips rubbing against the tender inner nerves he knew to be there made it difficult to deny him of anything. so, you nod with a low moan. “I wanna be a good girl for you, Ace…”

Ace swoons at this, excited by your submission ( even if it was coaxed out of you by his skillful finger fucking ), and the hand on your tail leaves it, palm pressed against your bare skin, it rubs upwards on your back. “Good girl, good fucking girl…” when it careens between your shoulder blades, you haven’t the time to tense before he pushes you forward, on to all fours. it wasn’t a violent action by any means, but one to remind you of your new position as his favorite mutt. your chest presses close to the wooden floorboards, your ass poked up and angled in his face as he leans close to the cunt he works his fingers deep inside, watching you dribble your arousal over his palm and your own thighs. “Once you’re all trained up, you’re going to make the perfect, little puppy dog.”

#doll’s dizzy drabblin’ ⟡ #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #ace x you #portgas ace smut #ace x reader #portgas d ace smut #ace smut #ace #portgas d ace #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece

[ayylovley]

may I request soft Gun x reader smut with breeding kink? a shower sex with us so tired but Gun insists us to relax and he'll take care of us maybe 🤨 and he is so in love with our boobs too 😈😈

thank you and have a good day! 🥰🥰

ok but breeding and shower sex is 🫦

⎯⎯ ୨𝓘𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓮𝓽 ୧ ⎯⎯

Gun Park x fem reader, warnings; 18+ Shower sex, cream pies, degrading, breeding kink, nipple play, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting/marking, rough sex

You’re so fucking exhausted and worn out already from Gun’s cock constantly stuffing your holes by the third time. You don’t even care if Gun was making fun of you for how “pathetic you are” It’s not your damn fault that he pounds you like an animal every single time. You just needed a break.

A nice shower was in mind briefly but as soon as you turned the damp handle a certain way to turn it on, a loud noise that sounded like a door slamming against the wall behind you caused a visible jump from you. You immediately turn your head around catching Gun standing in the doorway naked from the previous intercourse you just had

“A shower, (y/n?) Good idea.”

“Gun no wait, I can’t take anymore right now at least gimme a damn break!” There’s clear irritation dripping in your voice but Gun didn’t hear a thing, his eyes were straight at your breasts watching as your nipples harden. “You’re not even listening to me are you?” You add with an eye roll only fueling Gun further to go with fucking your brains out again in the shower this time. “Come on, (y/n). You knew what you were signing up for when you wanted to have me.”

His legs to him back to you and suddenly you’re in his arms, facing him with your arms and legs intertwined with his own waist. The way he looks at you with the same hunger and need, gets you weak again and now you’re letting him tug and pull at your nipples underneath the hot water. “Mm-ahh!” Loud whimpers fill the air with the steam when his finger pads press down on the sensitive buds shaking them a little. The pain was too much to bear in the best way… “Fuck, when you whimper like a pathetic slut for me like that I just wanna stuff all of my cum inside!”

He gave your tingling nipples one last tug and squeeze before he placed you back down on your feet. You could feel the water from the spray over you rivers down the drain, barely finding your balance Gun didn’t waste any time flipping your body around giving him a view of your backside. A slight gasp can be heard from your lips, forcing to be bent over slightly as you feel his warm dick from the end of the shaft to the tip across your clit that is continuously pulsating. “Mm-“ Your moan in approval for Gun with your pussy practically begging for that cock again.

The smack that hit your already sensitive throbbing slit with the hard tip caused another shocked moan from your throat, your body jumps slightly as a reflex giving Gun a sight of how your ass bounced a little with the movements. He top teeth bit down his bottom lip,

“Look at you, I know how desperate you get for my dick no matter how many times I pound this tight pussy.”

Finally he teases your entrance, giving you the feeling of the warm thickness touching your aching hole. Without any hesitation he slammed inside earning a scream of sudden filling. Your walls clench tightly around him making his soaked head from the water still falling tip back at how tight you still felt. His strong grip holds your ass while his hips move at a brief steady pace until his length kisses your walls with rapid speed.

Your eyes already rolled back making the lewdest moans, his balls swing letting them smack repeatedly against your clit. You can hear panting and moans behind you with Gun just loving how he can watch how he’s fucking your soaking pussy from behind so good. The loud sounds of your ass slamming against his thrusting hips were drowned out by his voice again. “Fuuck! Just watching how I fuck you makes me wanna come inside.”

Without any mercy he goes faster, adding to the pleasure he caresses your ass to your hips dragging his hands up to your bouncing breasts again. “Gun! Ple-“ You choked out a little on your words from a long whine. Gun begins to laugh in between moans

“What was that, slut?” He grabs a good handful of your hair to tug and pull, “I can’t hear you.”

His chest leans against your back, pressed on your skin letting him slip deeper. “Please! Mo-more!” Gun groans at how you struggled so hard to beg for him, but when he can see how you gets you with his cock by looking at your lustful, pleading hazy eyes… Gets him closer to bust his orgasm. “Fuuck yeah. You love this dick that much? Filthy slut I’ll give you more.” Twisting your nipples again as his finger pads squeeze, his teeth dig into your skin on your shoulder, claiming you. But biting wasn’t enough for him, even he sucks on the spot he bit down on.

Another way to “mark his territory” would be feeling his own climax seeping through his lower body, knowing he won’t pull out at this rate, he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna come inside like I said I would, and I don’t want you to let it leak out of your pussy I want every drop kept inside do you understand me?”

Unable to talk anymore, you just nod your head in the middle of experiencing your own need to release. “Good little slut.” With just a few more thrusts from the inside he tips his head back again… At this point the steam has filled the bathroom with it along with the hard fuck. Moaning out loud as he flows into you deeply, his grip on your breasts has you yelp softly mixing with the cries. When he’s satisfied with his own liquid filling you up, he knows how much you want to come too.

You both know how this ends, Gun teases too much even when you beg and cry. You have to ask yourself why you’re even with him until he would finally give you what you want, and it’s even better than doing it yourself.

As you stand in the shower with the water wasted, you stay put waiting for his next command. Preparing for hours on end for you to get to orgasm.

#lookism #lookism comic #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #gun park #gun park x reader

[sleepyhutcherson]

always here.

mike is surprised to see you on his doorstep in the middle of the night but doesn’t think twice about letting you in, especially once he sees the state you’re in.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 0.6k words

contains: (request) comfort, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader is sleepy and has had a rough night, mention of abby, “i didn’t know where else to go” kinda thing and that’s it.

a/n: sorry this was so short anon!! but i LOVED your request so much :3 thank you for sending it in <3 hope u enjoy it :)

You don’t have to knock for too long before Mike is opening the door, his other hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Hey, what’re you—“ he notices the clear distress on your face then and immediately he’s concerned.

“Can I stay here? I’m sorry, I had nowhere else to go and—“ you stammer over your words, an exasperated breath following. You forced yourself to breathe, you had to force yourself to breathe. To remember how to breathe.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, don’t worry. Come in.” He lets you in, closing the door behind you. You’re quickly embraced by him the moment the door is shut, and you do everything in your power to remain upright though Mike’s warmth is so comforting you could drown yourself in it.

A dim light hugs the two of you, Mike’s hands creating circular motions around your back soothingly. It’s quiet, oddly quiet—but it is midnight, so it’s not out of the ordinary. You’re never here around this time, and if you are you’re always tucked in beside Mike in his bed. But here? By the front door where the house is still at this time, no sound of Abby’s giggles or Mike’s soft and rare laugh. You don’t know why the thought alone forces more tears to well up in your eyes. Clearly you were extra sensitive tonight.

Mike can feel the way your body struggles, how you’re shaking slightly trying—struggling to hold back your tears. He pulls you back to properly look at you, his hands firmly on your arms to keep you up. You looked exhausted and Mike knew you all too well; you weren’t ready to talk just yet. “Wanna go to bed?”

You weren’t sure how Mike did it, how he always knew what you wanted, what you needed. You nod tiredly and start taking off your coat but Mike rushes to help you, hanging your coat with rest. He pulls out one of the dining chairs, “sit,” he gently instructs and instantly you follow his orders. He kneels down in front of you to help you with your shoes, slowly untying each shoelace, then carefully pulling them off. He stands up and neatly sets your pair along with the rest.

He looks at you then, frowning a little at how sleep deprived you looked and how sad you seemed. He’ll give you space but he would be lying if he said it didn’t worry him what could have you in such a state. He leans down to kiss your forehead before standing you up and leading you to his room. You’re both careful not to make too much noise since Abby was sleeping. He helps you into bed, handling you so carefully like if you were made out of glass. He crawls into his side of the bed, immediately scooping you up, your face tucking into the crook of his neck. You can feel his stubble on your skin, it tickles you just a little but it’s surprisingly comforting.

He continues to draw meaningless patterns on your back all while planting soft kisses on top of your head. “I’m here,” he mumbles, and you press up against him even more. He chuckles softly at your action, kissing you again, only holding you tighter. “I’m always here.” His voice is so groggy with sleep but his words are meaningful.

A few minutes pass and he knows you're asleep, soft snores coming from you, and Mike smiles happily that you’re peacefully asleep now. He loves you, he always has. He adores you like this, he adores you in every state, but right now he has you altogether, pressed up against him. He can feel himself slowly passing out, his eyes fluttering, he kisses your forehead one last time; “‘m always here.” He mumbles to you, eyes shutting completely, dozing off to the sound of you breathing.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt angst #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut

[fleurriee]

aftercare 

❛  are you alright ? things got really intense there.   ❜

❛  here, let me clean you up.  ❜

thank you fleurriee baby 😘

god i love aftercare... and we all know nete would be the king of it!! 2k drabbles!

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

summary ; even when things get rough, neteyam makes sure you’re properly cared for.

themes ; explicit content: overstimulation, p in v sex, pussy play, choking… fluffy nete at the end <3

The overstimulation is becoming too much - unbearably so.

Neteyam has made sure you’ve cum at least three times by now - something he always does, to ensure that you’re fully satisfied - and, it definitely leaves you so. Whether it’s from his fingers or his mouth, he won’t give you what you truly desire until those three times have happened.

So, the moment his cock enters you, filling you up whole and causing your toes to curl, you can feel how close you are already. Your pussy is so sensitive, walls tingling and fluttering around his cock every time he moves in and out of you.

The tip of him is hitting spots you didn’t think you had, massaging it beautifully until it became a quivering mess itself, and you knew no one else could pleasure you in such a way.

Everything only seems to intensify when he uncurls his arms from around both of your legs, previously lifting them up, and instead moves them a little closer. One moves down to your sensitive bud, playing with it teasingly, flicking it about like it’s a toy. The other hand moves up to your neck, hand clasping around it and squeezing down - not too harsh to constrict your breathing, but enough to bring even more arousal to the two of you.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, bringing himself lower down so he’s hovering over you now. You can see his canines on show, a clear sign of the dominance emitting from his every pore. “You love it when I treat you like this, huh?” he asks, the feel of your pussy clenching hard around him sending him over the edge, just moments away from finishing within you. “This make you wanna cum, yawne (beloved)?”

You don’t have any words from him - because when he’s relentlessly rubbing his hand against your bud, squeezing your throat a delicious amount and continuing to thrust into you like there’s no tomorrow, all you have for him is an explicit moan, loud and clear for the rest of the clan to here… but, you can’t bring yourself to care.

Neteyam’s is just a second behind you, shooting his thick spurts up into you, painting your walls, and the feel of it feels amazing. Slowly coming down from your own high, he watches as you eventually stop trembling, lying motionlessly on the floor and trying to steady your breathing again.

God, he loves it when you look like this.

He chuckles to himself, smirking at the way he can get you so riled up, and then so exhausted in the next second - it’s definitely an ego booster.

Leaning down once more, he breathes you in, before pressing a gentle kiss upon your cheek, a contrasting action compared to how he was treating you just moments beforehand. Once your eyes flutter open, you find him smiling down at you lovingly. “There she is,” he coos, reaching up and stroking a caress along your head, finding yourself subconsciously leaning into his touch. “Are you alright? Things got a bit intense there.”

Wanting to reassure him like you always do, you muster a tired smile, aiming it up at him. Swallowing deeply and licking your lips after all that exhaustion, you nod slowly. “I’m good - I’m great…” shaking your head, you sending him your own version of a worn out chuckle. “You don’t have to ask every time, ‘teyam.”

“I know, but, I like to,” he smiles at you, before slowly pulling out of you and starting to stand up. “Here, let me clean you up.” Neteyam makes quick work of finding a clean cloth, before hurrying back and kneeling in front of you, beginning to run the smooth material against your still-sensitive thighs, making sure to clean all the mess he’d made up.

You can’t help but look at him so softly, despite the vulnerable state you’re in. It always fills you with so much warmth how Neteyam can manage to switch completely in just a matter of seconds - going from a feral animal in heat, to a domesticated, gentleman of a mate straight after. If anything, you feel as though it turns you on more.

“I love you,” you blurt out, seemingly still in a hazy state of mind.

Looking up to you, gazing within your own eyes, he smirks, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss upon your thigh. “I love you, too, sevin (pretty).” Standing up again, he throws the cloth away, before lying down next to your spent figure and pulling you closer into him. “Now, rest - you deserve it.”

The last thing you remember is him kissing the side of your temple, firm but tender, until you’re given in to the fatigue taking over your body completely.

#𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐑’s work ── ✎ #2k drabble special #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam fluff #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x you #neteyam x female reader #neteyam x fem reader #neteyam sully fluff #neteyam sully smut #neteyam x pregnant reader #dad neteyam #dad!neteyam

[princessjojo-x]

Cancer Mars

💝 he takes a while to move on & get over things. he’s known for holding grudges due to his great memory.

💝 he values honesty & hates liars. he has strong intuition & he’s very observant.

💝 he has more feminine energy.

💝 he has a hard time dealing with conflict logically & rationally as he’s very emotional. when he’s angry he’ll say things in the heat of the moment which he’ll regret later on. he can be very passive aggressive too. the best way to piss him off during conflict is to stand your ground & not let him guilt trip you, showing him that his emotions don’t effect you.

💝 he’s emotionally intelligent meaning he knows how to persuade/manipulate others into doing what he wants.

💝 his highs & lows can be exhausting & nauseating for him & others.

💝 when he’s attracted to someone he comes off very nurturing (eg buy you chocolate or flowers). if he doesn’t come off as caring then he doesn’t care.

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he is sexually passionate with deep & intense needs for emotional safety within a rxship. he’s likely to want sexual contact to reassure himself that he is wanted. although this need to be wanted extends beyond sex & will permeate their whole life. he may try to make himself indispenable to others so that he will never be abandoned. in sexual relationships, he needs to feel he belongs, protected & secure; he will in turn offer a sense of protection & containment to his partner.

💝 he has a habit of projecting his insecurities onto others.

💝 un-evolved cancer energy is self deprecation, victim mentality & still hung up on a toxic ex from ten years ago.

💝 he does not collaborate well with other cancer mars people.

Turn On’s:

💝 he needs plenty of validation & attention.

💝 he wants a sensitive & intuitive partner who can understand his complex emotional landscape. he likes emotional vulnerability & closeness.

💝 he likes slow & romantic build ups with nurturing gestures (soft music, heart-felt convo, home-cooked food, thoughtful gifts, bubble baths, forehead kisses, being held, cuddles)

💝 he will often mother his partner & want mothering himself.

💝 he loves anything to do with loyalty & binding - “i wanna take care of you”, “i want you to be happy” “give it to me”

💝 he likes eye contact (feeling seen, wanted & protected).

💝 breeding fetish (he likes the idea of making a baby).

💝 submission fantasies - he may like it when you’re a little aggressive or disapline him in bed as long as he knows you love him.

💝 known as the sign most attracted to breasts. the breasts/chest are his erogenous zone (stroke his chest, play with his nips) but remember his body is very sensitive so be gentle.

💝 he’s attracted to strong, tall & protective women with big breasts.

💝 he likes nymphomanics (a woman who has abnormally excessive & uncontrollable sexual desire).

💝 he may want it more when he can’t have it meaning he loves teasing & edging.

💝 all water mars love positions where they can see their partners face.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he dislikes his lover being too independent.

💝 he dislikes not being listened to.

Performance:

💝 he is a romantic, protective, soothing & sensual lover in bed. he can spend the whole day in bed with his partner. he loves turning cuddles, foreplay & sex into long sessions that seemingly have no end.

💝 he tends to treat sex as a very emotional/physical act rather than solely physical. sex & love go hand-in-hand for him. he needs an emotional connection to even consider sex with someone.

💝 he enjoys pleasing his partner & will do almost anything to do so.

💝 since he is emotional, he can have an explosive temper & release that anger during sex, making him sometimes very rough in bed.

💝 cancer is a deeply private sign & needs to feel safe before they reveal themself. nothing turns him off faster than a partner who comes on too strong or tries to push him into intimacy before he’s ready. he’s too sensitive & romantic to respond to a blunt sexual appeal. even in a long-term union, he prefers the indirect approach; he rarely comes right out & says he wants sex (all water sign mars may take more time & could be looking to emotionally connect before they sleep with you).

#astro notes #astrology #mars signs #cancer mars #astro observations

[applejuicefruit]

one where the reader has just given birth to her first child with kylian, and she has a kind of "postpartum depression", she is very insecure about her body, she is exhausted by the new routine, and whenever she has to breastfeed she cries because her breasts are still sensitive and etc... she hesitates to talk to kylian about it, but after a while he brings it up again to understand what is going on with her, they talk about everything and he comforts and cares her... if u can, please.

I love this request so much 😭

Tw: postpartum depression, depression in general, anxiety, reader being self conscious

Kylian Mbappe x reader

The way you are

Two months ago your life completely changed.

You and Kylian were expecting your first child and you were both thrilled, excited and scared. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but you couldn’t wait to meet the new addition to the family. Two months ago and you gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy, Samuel, and you couldn’t be happier. He was Kylian’s twin. But now it was hard for you to get used to the new routine. It wasn’t only waking up in the middle of the night because your baby needed to be changed or fed. It was all the stress that came with the pregnancy. Everyone felt like women had to be happy they welcomed a new life on earth, had to be joyful that the pain they went through for nine months was finally over and had to know everything about taking care of a new born - but it wasn’t like that, these past two months have been hitting you really hard, both mentally and physically.

You were grateful for Kylian to be there every time you needed him, he was such a good father and a very fast learner. His family did helped you a lot too. His mom knew how much having kids could be exhausting so she made sure to watch the baby a couple days so you could rest without getting worried of being woke up.

But still, even if you had free times your mind couldn’t seem to stop. It was a constant fight between you and your brain.

Everytime you looked in the mirror you couldn’t stand the person in front of you. It wasn’t you. You didn’t recognized her. Your body got bigger with the pregnancy, your breast fuller and your legs and feet were always sore.

Breastfeeding was a living hell for you. You thought it would give you joy seeing your baby being so healthy and hungry but you hated those moments and you couldn’t help but think that something was definitely wrong with you. Your breast was always so sensitive and it hurt when Sammy was feeding that you cried every single time. You were always tired more than you were when you were pregnant. The baby took a lot of energy from you.

Kylian noticed that you became quieter and he honestly didn’t like it. You were usually a very talkative person, always bright and joyful, your positive aura protecting you and all the people around you so he started questioning what was going on with you. He waited for you to open up with him but when he saw that you didn’t he broke the silence and made the first move.

“Hey baby…” he approached you one night when you were both in bed, Samuel falling asleep in Kylian’s arms just thirty minutes earlier.

“Hey…” you whispered, completely exhausted.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked laying in bed next to you. You nodded.

“You would tell me if something is wrong, right?” he asked, trying to slowly approach the topic.

“Yes why?” you asked him a bit confused.

“I’m not judging you okay? But…I feel like you’re getting distant from me, from everyone actually and I’m a bit worried…is everything okay baby?” he asked you.

No. Nothing is okay you wanted to say. But you couldn’t complain about it because in your mind, doing all of these painful and tiring things for your baby, would have been absolutely worth it for him in the future, so as a mother you should have endured the pain and going on.

“Yes everything is okay Kylian” you lied.

“Babe please tell me what’s going on? I know you’re not okay I can see that…I just wanna help” he begged you because he hated seeing you like that.

“You wanna help me? Go and breastfeed your child!” you shouted, completely forgetting about the walls you built up and letting all of your emotions coming out “go and look at yourself in the mirror and stand there, staring at someone who’s not you but at the same time looks exactly like you! Take care of Samuel every time he needs to be fed because my breast can’t take it anymore! It hurt Kylian! It hurt so fucking much you have no idea and there’s nothing I can do about it because I am a mom and I shouldn’t be complaining because these are normal things to do but I can’t do it! It’s fucking exhausting and I feel so bad because all I want to do is love my child but I feel like I can’t do it because of all of the pain I’m going though…you have no idea Kylian how every single inch of my body hurts!” you said, completely breaking down.

Kylian was shocked and hurt because he wished he realised sooner that this new routine was completely killing you.

“Baby…hear me out. I love you and that’s not gonna change. I loved your body before and I love your body now because it’s yours. It’s you y/n and I love you just the way you are…” he said holding you in his arms “I’m so sorry you feel this way baby, I really am…I wish I could do something for helping you with the pain…we can try some massages if you want to? I’m open to do anything in my power to make you feel comfortable” he said from the bottom of his heart because he couldn’t stand the idea of you being in pain “what you’re going through it’s normal baby…a lot of women go through postpartum depression and I think talking with a specialist might help you, only if you’re up for it, it’s up to you, but whatever you decide to do I’m here, to help you and support you. You’re not alone in this okay?” he softly said while leaving gentle kisses to your neck.

You calmed down listening to his voice and you were so grateful for having someone like him by your side.

“Thank you Kylian” you said wiping your tears away.

“Don’t thank me baby…I’m here, I will always be here for you, and Sammy, you two are the most important people in my life and I love you so much” he said truthfully.

You fell asleep in his arms, while he softly massaged your back and neck, trying to ease the pain.

#kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #kylianmbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe x you #psg #paris saint germain #equipe de france #football fan #football imagine #football one shot #football blurb #football drabble

[vampiiu]

Dancing with the Devil (Will Graham)

TW // CW: Rough sex. Brief mention of blood. Will smokes a cig.

What to expect: Male reader, smut, mlm. The reader is a bottom.

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He smells like whiskey and a nightmare. Cigarette smoke disperses off his lips and for a moment, you swear he almost smiled.

“Will?” “Y/N.”

Your name came from his soul like a sin, only fueled with the darkest flames of lust. He rushed toward you. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your ears, and all the way to your core. You feel his hands grab your waist, and soon they come to rest above your hips. He flicks the ash from his cigar and smiles when you squeeze his biceps. The flame burns your thigh and it aches so good. Your bodies sway with each other as the slow tune of Cigarettes After Sex plays throughout the house.

“I missed you.” You mumble into his chest.

“I missed you too, handsome.” He whispers. His breath sends shivers down your spine and he kisses above your ear.

Will had been working late recently. You know how demanding Jack is, and how wary they must be of Dr. Lecter, so you understand. Of course none of that matters now, as your love has returned.

He tilts your face towards his and you notice how exhausted he looks. Regardless, he’s still as (if not more) sexy. His skin sparkles from sweat in the moonlight. His hair half-sticks to his face, and despite the encumbering feeling of fatigue, his only focus is you. He pulls you into a gentle kiss and works his way to your neck, trailing all of your sensitive spots. Your face flushes as your blood surfaces to your neck and your… other areas. You’re sure he’s enjoying this from the way his groin grinds into your thigh.

His groans go straight to your dick. He kneels before you and unzips your jeans with one hand, puffing his cigarette with the other. He never breaks eye contact with you, and you almost came on the spot when he palmed you like the slut he is. His lips trace over the bulge in your boxers and he nuzzles it like a cat.

“God, I want you so bad.” He groans and places a kiss on your tip.

“You should’ve come earlier. You missed out on all the fun, maybe you could’ve watched.” You retort.

In response, he stands up and looks down on you. A battle between souls can be heard before he grabs your unbuttoned shirt collar and pushes you to your bed. Will begins to attack your chest with his mouth, sucking and biting and god, did he just lick you?

This will definitely leave hickies later.

He disgards his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed as he passionately makes out with you. It’s not messy at all; Will knows what he’s doing. Tongues clash and lips collide and it’s as if real sparks fly between you two. Your bodies are heated and grinding against each other like creatures in heat. 

A sharp blow stings your neck and you can feel fresh, warm blood dripping from the wound. Will leans back to admire his design. After a few seconds of admiration, he licks the now clotting blood from your neck and kisses the bruise. How is it possible to love someone who can be so cruel? Strangled moans drag from your lips.

“Shit. I’m sorry, baby, you just get me so fucking excited.”

His rhythm matches his words and your eyes can’t help but to roll back in their sockets. You’re so turned on right now it’s insane.

“Will, please. I- Oh god, I need you now. pleasepleaseplease-”

“You’ll be a good boy, right? You’re gonna stay still?” “Yes sir, I swear.”

He smirks when he pushes his fingers into your throat. You suck his fingers, lubing them for your own sake.

After what feels like an eternity, he slides his fingers into your ass. Will holds himself up above you while you ride his fingers.

"Fuck me, dammit!" you plea.

"Shhhhhhh..." He hushes you. "Now, we wouldn't wanna keep you waiting, would we?"

"No, no, please, Will. God."

 You plead again. He laughs and pulls his fingers out. Your body trembles with frustration. He sits next to you on the bed and you can feel him watching you.

“Do I make you needy, baby?” He teases. “I thought I was the bad boy here.”

You scoff as he raises from the bed and strips himself right in front of you. From his face straight down to his perfectly carved hips, he's yours. He goes to hover over you again, this time ass-naked. He lines himself up with your entrance and traces your chest with his hands.

"I'll make you feel good." You nod desperately and gasp when he enters you without warning.

Bottoming out, he moans loudly. You see his exposed neck tilting his head towards the heavens. His mouth opened to receive anything given to him by the world. He looks down to you, eyes dark and his body slick with sweat. His hips rock into yours and you can't help but whimper. Will leans down, catching you in a passionate kiss.

His hands cradle your face at first but quickly trail down to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He takes your breath away and you're under his full control. He's a god and you're his angel. You can hear yourself purring beneath him and your legs wrap around his waist. The pleasure is excruciating.

His hips start rocking faster, thrusting into you deeper and deeper until it hurts. Tears stream down your face and you can't help but moan into his ear. You clutch onto his arms tightly, begging him for more. Every thrust hits something in you. You cry out and he takes this opportunity to push into you even deeper.

Your nails dig into his flesh as he pounds into you relentlessly, leaving behind bruises. Your orgasm is so powerful and unexpected your voice leaves your body. You don't expect such intensity. Both bodies buckle in their place to catch breath. When Will finally collapses next to you, both of your chests are heaving. The sweet smell of sex fills the air and you flash an open-mouth smile from total ecstasy. You turn to your side, still breathing hard and see your partner looking at you with love in his eyes. He wraps you in his embrace and you both drift off into a blissful sleep, aware of each other's feelings. He feels like home.

#i'll post a female reader later #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham x you #will graham nbc #will graham imagine #hannibal nbc #oneshot #x character #character x reader #male reader #will graham x male reader #amab reader #nbc hannibal x reader #will graham smut #hannibal series #lemon #fanfic #hannibal fandom #fannibals #fannibal

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can you do a hobbie x fem!reader? But smut… I SOUND SO WEIRD😭

Freak on a leash

18+ please, MINORS DNI, sleepy sex, praise kink, male masturbation, fingering, oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy irl please 🫶🏽)

Hobie came home, exhausted as usual. It had been a long day at the HQ and just as spider man.

He glanced into the bedroom before he went to go to a shower. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, so peaceful.

He threw his suit off, and his vest. He quickly hopped into the shower, his mind wandering for a moment.

He thought back to you, your sleeping body. And he found himself getting hard at the thought of last week, you moaning and almost crying as you came undone on his cock, it had been days of being away, and Hobie missed you, clearly. And the photos you sent him didn’t help.

Hobie was always horny, it was almost like you had to keep him on a leash everyday you were with him so he wouldn’t just ram into you then and there in front of everyone.

His hands went to his cock, and he slowly started to stroke it, making small noises, but trying to keep them in to not wake you up, so that you can’t hear him through the thin walls.

You woke up though, you yawned and woke up at the sound of the shower. You looked around and noticed Hobies guitar on its stand, he was home.

You stood up, eyes begging for more sleep.

“Hobie?” You said groggily when you opened the bathroom door.

He winced at the noise of you. “Y-Yeah love?” He managed to get out

“You alright…?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, yeah?”

You walked back into the room, and just laid down, waiting for him. He sighed in relief when you left, and continued to stroke his cock, faster now. Once he was done, he shut off the shower, and put the towel around his hips.

He brushed his teeth before going into the room. He didn’t expect you to still be up.

“Thought I told you to go back to sleep.” He mumbled, rummaging through the drawers.

“Thought you also told me to not listen to what anyone says.” You said, and looked at him.

“I did, ‘nd I was right.” He found a pair of boxers, putting them on and drying off his body, and going next to you.

You both laid down now staring at each other.

“How was your day..?” You asked quietly, he could hear how tired you were.

“It’s was alright.. what bout yours?”

“Boring. Would’ve been better with you.” You mumbled and went closer to him, he put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Mines too. Sorry I keep comin’ home so late.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said, knowing about his work.

“I should be here for my girl more often, though…”

“That we can both agree on, but it’s okay.” You shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not. I wanna show you jus’ how much I love you, yeah? You gon’ let me?”

You nodded slowly, and he smiled at that.

He moved the covers away from you both, and he slowly went to your legs. He kissed your thighs, deciding to just go to sleep in panties was a good idea.

He bit your inner thigh, leaving a hickey. You whined. He took off your panties with his teeth, throwing them across the room.

He collected your juices on his finger, and he licked it. He prodded his finger into your entrance, you moaned and bucked your hips.

“Relax. I gotchu.” He said, holding your hips down with his other hand. His fingers working on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whined again. “Hobie, quit teasing.”

He put another finger in and laughed quietly, he moved them in and out, amused at how you were clenching around his fingers.

“You gonna cum?” He asked.

You only nodded eagerly. He smiled and soon his fingers were replaced with his mouth. He worked his younger on your clit, his cold lip piercing hitting the right spot.

You moaned and bucked your hips again, and you came all on his tongue. Hobie smiled and licked his lips clean and looked back at you.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He mumbled, going back up to you, now on top of you. He stroked his cock a few times, and ripped off your shirt.

“Hobie!”

“Sorry, I’ll get you another.” He kissed you, and aligned his cock at your entrance.

He groaned and you moaned. He looked down at you, and your eyes were screwed shut. He stood still for a while, letting you adjust.

No matter how many times you guys had sex, he always let you adjust for a while. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable or anything.

Then he slowly started to thrust, you looked at him as he held tightly onto the headboard. Your tired half lidded eyes staring up at him.

“So pretty. So gorgeous.. fuck, you were made for me.” He groaned out, and started to thrust harder.

It felt like heaven, he was beautiful on top of you.

After a little, it didn’t take much for him to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside..?” He asked. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but you nodded.

“Please.” You whimpered.

His cock painted your walls white, you both moaning and cumming at the same time.

You yawned as he pulled out of you, whining at the loss and desperately reaching out for him.

“Shshsh, it’s alright. I’m here, yeah? I’m just gonna get ya cleaned up.” He mumbled, and went to go get a rag. He wiped up both of your guys cum, you bucked your hips and tried to get away when he did so, your cunt overstimulated.

“It’s alright, ya tired? Go to sleep, love.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” You mumbled and cuddled up to him the second he got in bed next to you.

“I love you.” He kissed you, and held you closely.

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk #spider punk smut #spider punk x reader #marvel #marvel smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv x reader #atsv smut

[chunnies]

GRHEHEHEHEH i’m finally back baes😍😘😘😘😘🥰🥰😘😘😍

Summary: RE2!Leon x AFAB!reader . AU where leon is happy and nothing ever happened. So he is happy with his lover after his first day as an officer.

not proof read please don’t come at me i’m sensitive

AND PLEASE COMMENT YALL MY FRIENDS DONT TALK TO ME !!

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“Wake up.” The woman gently woke her lover from his slumber. If she had a choice she would let the young man sleep longer. She knew if she let her feelings keep him in bed he would never get to work on time.

“I’m up..” Leon said, his hair tussled around, he was beautiful every morning, hell, he was beautiful all the time. He sat up and leaned against the bed frame and looked the woman in the eyes. He couldn’t help but smile every time he saw her. She was the most beautiful person in the world. Everything about her he loved, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He loved her.

She leaned over from where she was standing and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Cmon love, shower and get dressed. It’s a big day!” She said in a cheerful tone. Her eyes lit up every time she saw him. She loved how beautiful he was, his dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes. His broad shoulders. His long legs, his calves , his happy trail. She loved him. All of him, not just him on good days, him on bad ones too. She has never loved someone like she loved him. He was perfect. In every single way. There was nothing and no one who could tell her different, but alas. She can’t stand there and stare at him all day. (Even though she probably could.)

He gave her a quick peck before sliding out of the bed. He stood up and stretched, muscles flexing in the process. Then he grabbed a towel and showered. She wanted to join him but,if she got in neither would be leaving for atleast a hour and a half. So, she made breakfast. She doesn’t cook much, usually it’s Leon doing all the cooking but,he had a big day ahead of him.

Fifteen minutes after he got in the shower he just as quickly got out, put his uniform on and headed to see his lover. When he made it to the kitchen she snuck up behind her and slid his hands between her sides, pulling her into a hug from behind.

“Hi, baby.” She said while looking over her shoulder. All he did was hum in response and kissed her. Slowly trailing down from her lips down to her neck.

“Not now, baby.” She stuttered out with small breaths.

“Why not?” He questioned her while still leaving small kisses down her neck leaving a hickey here and there.

“You’ve got work and i’m cooking..” *She said while flipping the pancakes that were in the pan onto a plate

“Fine, i’m not gonna be happy about it though.” He said while playfully pouting and sitting down at their table. As he did that she smiled at him and placed two plates down. Then she turned everything off and placed everything away. She then sat down across from him.

They ate in silence.

Not an awkward silence. A comfortable one. They ate while occasionally looking up at the other. They both finished and put their plates away. Leon put on his shoes and headed for the door.

“Have a good day, cariño.” She said before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He left and she was just there. Alone.

She cleaned up the house a little while he was gone, washed the dishes, made the bed, did regular around the house cleaning. She had fallen asleep on the couch when he got off work. She wanted to surprise him by having dinner made, but her body had other plans.

He had been looking around the house for her and soon found her passed out on the couch.

“Baby…” He softly shook her awake. Leaving soft kisses on her cheek

She grumbled and leaned up. Looking him in the eye she couldn’t help but smile. She placed a kiss onto his lips.

“Welcome home, love.” She said as she put her hand on his cheek and her forehead onto his

“How’d it go, love?” She asked while leaning back

“Great, actually! I’m exhausted but, it was great. I just wanna lay down with my lover. Have you eaten? I got take out just in case.”

She smiled while hearing everything he had to say. “Good. I’m starving!” *She said before getting off the couch and placing one last kiss on his lips. She walks off to the kitchen and she looks for what he brought.

“Thank you. Much love.” She said while stuffing her face. He couldn’t do anything but smile and think about how he got so lucky to meet someone like you.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 6

[linos-luna]

Thigh riding with Namjoon ❣️

Namjoon (RM) x fem!Reader

(Quick fic)

Warnings: 18+, smut, thigh riding, ddlg

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Namjoon loved spoiling you and always knew how to please you. He knew how much you loved parts like his hands and especially his thighs.

His thighs were the best. So thick and muscular. Sometimes all you wanted to do was ride them and Namjoon knew that, like today.

He had been away for a few days for work and you were feeling very needy. Once he got home you were so happy and quick to sit on his lap.

“Oh hi baby girl. Your boyfriend chuckled. “You seem excited to see me.”

“I’m happy to see you back, daddy!” You replied, now hugging him. “I missed you.”

Namjoon gave you a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. “I missed you too.”

You whined a bit, moving your hips and Namjoon realized what you wanted.

“Oh baby… I see you’re very needy. You didn’t touch yourself when daddy was gone right?”

“No! I would never break daddy’s rules.” You replied with a pout. “I’m a good girl!”

“Yes I know. That’s why you deserve a reward.” He smiled and had you stand up. “Take your panties off, baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You pulled down your jeans and quickly took off your underwear then waited for the next instruction. This left you with only a shirt.

Namjoon motioned for you to sit on his thigh and you did so with no hesitation. He loved how compliant and submissive you were with him. 

“Go ahead, baby girl.”

You slowly started grinding on his thigh while holding onto his buff arms. His hands were on your hips but you were doing most of the work. Your pussy felt so sensitive rubbing against the rough material of his pants and you were already moaning uncontrollably.

Your boyfriend thought this was so hot and started moving you faster then tapping his foot to let you bounce a little.

“Daddy! D-daddy!” You whined. It was all too much and you wanted to cum but you knew you weren’t allowed to without permission. “Please daddy please!”

“Please what baby?” He responded with a soft voice, the type to make you cum right then and there.

“I-I wanna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Of course you can.” Namjoon said with a smile as you came on his pants.

You were exhausted and slumped your head down, breathing heavily.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He said, now holding you close.

You smiled and hugged him back, nuzzling your head in his neck. You’re so happy he’s home….

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut #fanfic #bts #bts smut #bts rm #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #bts army #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts rm smut #bts rm fanfic #bts rm imagine

[bonezone44]

linecook!Ezra ficlet (18+)

Linecook!Ezra x afab!Reader

word count: 873.

Tags: no smut. Just some good ol’ fashioned Waffle House dirty talk. Implied oral (f), implied past somno fingering, implied past p-in-v.

a/n: I've got 1000 other fics I should be writing but then this came out and I know it ends abruptly, but I'm trying to get my brain going.

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Ezra, sitting on an overturned bucket in the back of the Waffle House, spits wisdom to his young cohorts on his cigarette break. They gather around him with eager eyes and hopeful smiles while he shares tales of the beforetimes (before the current manager was hired). He feels like the village elder, continuing an oral tradition that began long before the Waffle House existed. Back when it was a plot of land on the side of the highway that the local farmers would use to set up their vegetable stands every day.

When his tale is done, so is his cigarette. He snubs it out on the wall behind him and tosses the butt in an ever-present, faded, empty can of Barq’s root beer.

"You want another one?" asks one of the new waitresses, holding out a pack of Marlboro 100s that seemed to materialize from thin air with how swiftly she acquired it from her purse. Her fingernails are chewed down to the bone. She's nineteen years old and keen for Ezra's attention and approval.

She’s cute, he thinks. But he knows she’s too young and inexperienced for a man with his tastes. He wasn’t nearly as patient and accommodating as he had been in previous years. And none of those passing thoughts matter much anyhow since he has you.

He smiles, though, and continues to be polite. "I appreciate the offer, but I find myself satisfied with that particular poison for today." He pulls out a small joint of marijuana from his pocket. "On to the next one," he drawls with a smirk and the group laughs. They watch quietly as he lights it up with a flick of his BIC and takes a long, deep inhale. He holds it for as long as his aging lungs can muster and releases it above him in a thick cloud of smoke.

Then the back door flies open and you poke your head out.

You scoff at the sight. "Ezra! What are you doin back here? I need you on the grill!" You wave your hand, swatting the weed smoke away.

"I am holding court with my brethren," he turns to you and answers coolly.

"You're not gettin paid to hold court!" you yell. "I got hungry people in here!"

"Alright, alright." He licks his finger and thumb and pinches out the cherry of his joint. He looks to his audience. "Duty calls," he says with a smile and stands up. He lazily makes his way inside while you stand there and hold the door open for him.

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You look out at the group. "What are y'all doin here? Y'all don't even work today!"

They offer their excuses, but you don't care to hear. You shoo them off and tell them to go home.

Back inside, Ezra's washing his hands at the sink. You two are hidden from view.

"I got people starin at me wonderin when their food's gonna get started!" you grouse.

"And they will be fed shortly," Ezra responds casually–as if he has all the goddamn time in the world. He dries his hands with a few paper towels and tosses them in the trash.

Your shoulders fall. "I'm exhausted, Ezra," you whine, begging for sympathy. "My feet hurt. I smell like shit. I don't wanna deal with these people anymore."

"C'mere, starlette." He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you close. His other hand slaps your asscheek, hard. You gasp and jump and it brings your bodies closer. He looks at you adoringly. "Your shift is nearly done and when my relief arrives--" He slides one hand down the center of your ass. "--I will hurry myself to your place of residence post-haste--" His fingers press against your most sensitive area through the thin, polyester fabric of your work pants. You whimper. "--and devour your sex until I am smothered and covered in your juices.”

You close your eyes and fight back a smile. Ezra is the only man you’ve been with to make good on his promises–well, when it came to sex, at least. “I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get there.” 

“That’s never stopped me before,” he murmurs to you with hazy eyes.

You feel something hard press against you. Your whole body warms to the memory of waking up with Ezra heavy on top of you, fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. You melt against him like a slice of cheese. “Shit, Ezra,” you sigh. You wanna pull him into the manager’s office again like you did on your third shift. Leaned over the desk with your pants pulled just below your ass and Ezra’s apron tossed over his shoulder. You were tossing your ass back just as hard as he was slamming his hips. Never even got caught.

“Anybody workin here?!” a voice bellows from the dining room.

You immediately pull back from Ezra, though he is loath to let you go.

“I’m coming!” you shout.

“Yes, you will be,” mutters Ezra.

You grab a stray rag from the counter and toss it in his face with a frustrated huff. You straighten your clothes and rush to the front, doing your best to make peace with the upset guest.

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#ezra prospect #x reader #ezra x afab!reader

[razbunz]

Comforts of Home

CW: Mostly Fluff, Toji x F!reader, Insinuated olderbf! Toji ,Established relationship :)

College was probably the best and worst idea you could ever come up with.The lengthy dreadful hours that you made trying to improve your education seemed appalling now. Fluorescent lights too bright for your sensitive eyes,melts you into the dirty laminate table below.And you almost believe you would dissolve if not for the Air Conditioning chilling your prickling skin,raking it over with goosebumps.

Not to mention your Pre-Calc professor drones on and on despite the lack of students' understanding. For a second you think you might just die here and not even go home. But that’s the only thing pushing you forward through your last class of the day. So as your professor drills on through endless equations- In & out of sleep,where trying to take notes only results in your hands shaking and fingers cramping.Everything is just too much.

You need to go home.

The all blessed time of 6:00 gets you out of your daze and packing up to go home,footsteps are dulled by the subway stations racket.Dragging yourself on the next train,you silently pray you won’t collapse on the way there.

Exiting the station and breathing in the cool night air makes your head pound with more vigor and intensity,The wind chill pinching your nose with cold.Walking the streets until you look upon your house.An orange glow of a lantern with succulents and potted flowers dotting the doorway compliments your favorite planter;a frog with its mouth open with a jasmine plant standing tall and green-The scent makes you beam with sudden joy.Quickly you juggle your keys clicking them into the door,shutting it behind you to maintain the warmth of your home.

“Angel?”

His voice floods your eyes with a wet sheen,Tears seconds from falling.

“I’m home,Toji” your voice cracks at the end,And his large figure appears in the foyer-A smile twitched on his lips extenuating his scar,

Happy to see your smaller form home.You can’t prevent the way tears fall down your cheeks,Exhaustion apparent now.

“Angel?What's wrong?” His smile falls,face now full of concern.His arms are outstretched and you tumble into them-Shaky sobs wrecking you.

He closes your arms around you,The tight grip of his arms calms your hyperventilating to sniffling.

“It’s okay…You're okay.Alright?” Tojis voice is honeyed in care as he rubs your back and runs his calloused hands through your hair.Gently untangling the knots you gained throughout the day.

“M’Sorry toji” your voice is weak with apology.

Toji sighs “None of that.” He cuts off any attempt you have to argue against him by lifting up your head and making you look at him.

“I- but your job is so much harder than mine, all I have is school and keeping my grades in check.You have to worry about everything!” Your voice and eyes burn in shame,And you look away from him.

“Look at me.”  Reluctantly you stare into his Jade eyes.

“School-“ he pauses “School is hard,Trust me I wish and can only imagine all of the things you are doing! And I might not know everything but it doesn’t take a detective to figure out math is very different then what I do.” 

He removes his hand from the small of your back and wipes away your tears,Whispering in your ear “You’re doing great baby,You always do.” Kissing the top of your forehead softly.

You don’t even realize that he is leading you to the couch and sitting you down to relax.

“Wanna talk about it more?” He suggests and  kneels down to look at you directly, gently placing his hands on your thighs.

You wipe your cheeks thinking momentarily “Not really” offering him a reassuring smile.

“Soooo what do you want for dinner then?” He really knew how to cheer you up.Food was always a way to your heart.

“Can you make grilled cheese pleaseeee” you pout and look at him in the kitchen.

“With soup?” He questions already knowing your response- “Mhm!” You nod and smile eagerly,Watching him fondly and he goes through the fridge.

*

“Dinners served sweetheart” his baritone voice along with the scents of tomato and thyme fill your nose,waking you from a small catnap.

Sliding into your seat you speedily eat down your grilled cheese and soup.The homey food begins to settle your senses at last.

You wash off the little dishes there is.And meander to the bathroom,turning on the hot water so steam fills the room already.

The steam spills out of the room and you face Toji entering the bathroom quickly shutting the door to keep the hot air in.He looks at your figure up and down silently admiring you,

“You look so beautiful” his voice is so distant but so close.So personal.

Rough hands come to rub up and down your sides,his hands grabbing and lightly pinching your tender skin-Rubbing over wherever he can 

with his serpentine eyes.“Missed you a lot” you whine,he hums and responds with a husky voice “Yeah? Mmm me too” he kisses your cheek and pebbles them lower to your neck,Trailing them all the way down to your collarbone.Nipping and placing his canines on your body

“I’m not clean yet Toji-” you weakly try to argue against his loving assault.He plants one more kiss to your shoulder and stands up to his full height,Towering over you once again.

“Let's shower then.” As he finishes taking off your clothes.Skilled hands unlatching your bra and cupping your breasts as it falls to the floor.

“You're so mean,Don’t tease me” You sulk and step into the shower,hot water immediately easing your strained muscles.

 “I'd say that's half my job” He snickers and it’s impossible not to feel his shit eating grin behind you.Turning around you look at the older man still fondly despite his snarky comments.Even if he was an asshole sometimes-He’s the best one you know,caring for you in his own kind of way.Making it easy for you to just drift away as he washes your hair,Any attitude being washed down the drain.He dries off your body being careful around more sensitive parts-You put on his your hoodie and crawl onto the bed,In no time the mattress sinks from the other side and you cuddle up to Tojis warm body, His heat spreading to you large hands slithering up your body and pulling you even closer to him,Chest to chest.And he smiles,Lips curled up and teeth bright with ever so slight dimples dotting his face.

He almost looks gentle,despite the scar raking his lips.He reaches over to snuff the candle and as the fire flickers it goes dark.Tossing over a few blankets he makes sure your wrapped securely,knowing that the consuming darkness still scared you.You thought it was dumb and childish.He thought it was endearing to no end.He caresses your cheek whispering words of affection and reassurance-Soft kisses to sloppier ones,Noises of laughter and humming familiar tunes start to make your eyes droop.Hearing a soft murmur that makes you blush wildly. “I love you.” A delicate kiss follows his affirmation of care.“Love you too” You profess back.

At heart Toji was a lover

And you were lucky to know it.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this is my first fic on here and I might write more for fun :))

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